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winesharksea · 8 days
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i feel like kit has real potential to be the most unhinged protagonist of all the shadowhunters books, like he's rolling up to the world-ending danger with approximately 3 years of training plus 3 years of public school, a magic gun, devastating inherited powers he has absolutely no idea how to use, years of unresolved emotional baggage, and a hereditary snippy attitude further cultivated and encouraged by jem "when i was your age i was dying of poison and i was still faster than you" carstairs and tessa "if you keep seeing six-fingered nigel like this he'll expect you to declare your intentions" gray, like the shadow world is simply not ready for his vibes
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faeymouse · 7 months
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Happy day, it arrived! AND IT RULES, IT RULES SO MUCH. Getting the opportunity to work on this zine along with so many other talented artists and writers in fandom was a treat and an honor. Thank you so much for putting together something as memorable and exciting as this was, @kenobizine mod team, and an even bigger thank you for giving me the chance to be a part of it 😊
(now please excuse me while I return to admiring all the merch. Stickers galore, heck yes)
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eggfeather · 1 year
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mosskit
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t4tcecilos · 1 year
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please pleSe please send me disabled + queer book recs ive been scouring the internet for them
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kitchu-12 · 1 year
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When you draw at ungodly instead of doing assignments. sorry for bad quality
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hattiestgal · 5 months
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i probably already know the answer, but since other people might be curious: what kit(s) do you have your eye on next?
I'm probably gonna be after the Calibarn,
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and Aerial SD or rebuild next!
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(I can't decide between these two...)
I also really want the Master Grade Barbatos SD, but that doesn't come out till december...
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galahadiant · 6 months
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66 DAMAGE
MAN. Hulst is built different surviving an Entire Building to the face
His max HP at the time was 79, though his current HP as of level 10 is 84; he's our party tank when Nero is away. Nero has been rolling for health and has over a hundred HP, so she's our real tank.
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wildwood-faun · 1 year
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in a real mood for more tats and/or piercings lately but I'm also trying to save money for my driver's license plus just... in general, given that I'll probably have to take a pay cut at the end of the year if I stay in my current job 🙃
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berrymeter · 1 year
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my besties you get a work in progress
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serenescribe · 9 months
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💘🍭<3
Let’s Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks
💘 : Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?
AGHHH YEAH. YEAH THERE IS. not really rewrite, but before i began using the ao3 html google docs code for posting (it's EXTREMELY good btw, you can find it here), i used to just copy paste from google docs into ao3's rich text editor. and the issue with that is... ao3 gets really weird and finicky about it for unknown reasons, which winds up with a lot of strange gaps between italics and punctuation and other formatting.
i've been meaning to go clean that up for ages (ESPECIALLY on "tower of withering hearts" since that's my most popular ao3 fic and i sob everytime i remember its current dismal state) but i just... everytime i think about self-editing, i want to cry... ;u;
🍭 : why did you start writing?
i was one of those MASSIVE bookworm kids, and as such, it only became natural that younger me would be like, "i'm gonna write books and make it big and become famous!!" now obviously, my expectations have been tempered since then, having found out about the state of the publishing industry and all, but... yeah, it's pretty much just that. i remember writing shitty sentences in a notebook and then transitioning to writing shitty stuff in microsoft word and THEN, once i found out about fic, into shitty niche oc insert fanfic that has since been nuked off the internet. godspeed to my warrior cats days o7
idk, i've been writing since i was... i don't even remember. my mum used to send me for creative writing classes (which was less freeform and more, "here's how you write this prompt" but it helped me hone my skills a fair bit) when i was younger. then i started writing crappy fanfic at 11. so i've easily been writing for over a decade :') you kind of forget why at some point, yknow?
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vox-monstera · 1 year
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11 & 47 for Vox!
CP2077 OC ask game *:・゚✧⚔️🤖🔮
(thank you @ghostoffuturespast!)
11. do they have any cyberware? is it cosmetic or is it weaponry/armor?
Yes! She has:
Dichromic (iridescent lavender and white) gorilla arms: cosmetic and weaponry
Reinforced tendons: weaponry
Rose gold facial cyberware: cosmetic
Fuyutsuki Tinkerer MK. 3 cyberdeck: weaponry (uses it mostly for the increased duration of combat quickhacks)
Subdermal armor: armor
Kiroshi Optics MK. 2: weaponry
Militech Berserk MK. 5: weaponry and armor
Synaptic Signal Optimizer: armor
47. share a headcanon about your character and their partner(s).
The first time River ever went to Vox's apartment was after The Hunt. They were still just chooms, but he'd been having a hard time sleeping and keeping his mind off things so Vox invited him over to watch a movie she thought he'd like (it was Die Hard with a Vengeance). He asked if she had popcorn; she did not. So River showed up with kernels, because being the guy he is, he likes to make his popcorn on the stove. He quickly came to find out Vox doesn't own any cookware; she doesn't even have oil in the house, and the salt she does have is pretty much just for taking shots of tequila.
They ended up watching the movie with two glasses of bourbon (the ONLY consumable she had at her place at the time). Not long after, River showed up to her place with a pot, a pan, and a gallon of peanut oil- not for her, but because he knew he'd be spending a lot of time at her place from then on.
I loved answering these! Thank you so much for the ask! 😘💕
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amarshmallownamedo · 1 year
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Hello, I heard you like cats. Please enjoy this picture I took last night of my sisters cat and her surprise litter of kittens, just 2 days old in this picture.
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My brother in law used to hate cats with such a passion and now he's arguing for her to let him keep all 5 kittens.
When they were born my sister called me and asked what you buy new mothers when they give birth and I said "who's just had a baby???" and she said "my cat"
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honeyywoods · 1 year
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I think it’s so funny that I stopped posting for like half a year and then my Newsies hyperfixation came back
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kraniumet · 11 months
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because i'm actually getting any kind of salary now, and because my need to bring a camera around has increased, i got a new (second hand) camera to supplant my old (second hand) camera. but it's like. it’s shocking to me how insanely tiny it is
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sad--tree · 1 year
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any1 here used manic panic's vampire red & can tell me if it hastones of and/or fades pink-ish at all? website just says "deep blood red" but is it like, a cool red or on the warmer side or? cause i would think "deep blood red" -> warmer tones but the pics of ppl i see online it doesn't look that way? idk
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love-toxin · 27 days
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billy brainrot🤭 xxxi. "You're mine. Get that through your dense little brain." with him after a breakup!! pretty please
took me 1001 years to finish this but here i am babey
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(cws: violent behavior, jealousy, toxic relationship, gn pronouns + fem nickname, possessiveness, post-breakup sex, needy billy, vaguely dubcon, shower sex, pet names, gaslighting)
Billy broke it off with you, not the other way around. He should not be the one banging on your front door, waiting by your car to catch you on the way to work, bothering you at your job to try and talk to you--and he especially should not be sabotaging your dates with other guys by showing up and causing a scene.
Punching your car window and dragging your date out to get into a fistfight with him? It's about as mature as a twelve year old's attitude. It was a first date too, not even that serious.
But that's just Billy. Just like it's quintessential for him to act all offended afterwards, like he's the one that's been put out cause you got mad at him. Then he starts up with the sweet talking, the "c'mon, mama", the kissing on your neck and telling you he missed you when you know he was messing with at least three other girls just this week. There's no reasoning with him, nor any point in entertaining his immature frame of mind. He's messed up and violent--a dangerous and unlikely-to-last cocktail for a partner.
Yet it's no surprise that you ended up in the showers with him, the pool empty and the parking lot dark since it's well close to midnight. You shouldn't have forced him to sit down with the first aid kit when he refused to go to the hospital for his cuts and that sprained shoulder--"'m not a pussy"--he said. It's different once the hot water hits his body, when he's got his hands bracing the wall behind you and his eyes burning a hole through your skull.
"You're mine." He growls over the hail of thudding water on linoleum. His skin burns as it slides over yours. "Get that through your dense little brain."
His muscles pin you like a brick wall against the shower, too broad and too strong for you to possibly resist. He slides your thigh up his hip to hook your leg around it, using the leverage to bump the tip of his rock-solid cock against you. That kiss he gives you is searing.
"Billy," You moan between kisses, your sentence finishing in a gasp as he slides in with a smirk. "You're an ass."
"You love me."
Thump. "No I don't." Thump. Each thrust knocks your head back against the tile, but Billy's hand creeps up to cushion it on the third time onward.
"You'd bite my dick off right now if you didn't."
"Nnh. I might still do it," Your warning comes with absolutely no venom, not nearly enough to wipe that grin from Billy's face as he gets exactly what he wants. Your answer makes him chuckle while he repositions you, hikes your other leg up with a grunt to hold you up against the shower wall. With both hands free you can cup his face as he makes out with you, adding to his perception that this is really what you wanted all along as your touches reminisce on a time not so long ago. When fucking in the pool room showers was a daily occurrence, tending his wounds was a kindness, and hearing him say 'I love you' felt like it actually had some meaning. Now it just feels like it's meant to placate you.
"Put on a condom, at least, you animal." You mutter amongst the sounds of skin slapping, tongues meeting teeth, and your back hitting the wet tile.
"I love you." He murmurs back. His voice rumbles against your throat, preceeding a soft but stinging bite that leaves a mark behind. You've got no idea what that answer means, but maybe it, too, means nothing. He could just be ignoring you for all you know.
"I'll pull out, baby. Y'know I will." Billy nips at your lower lip when he finally raises his head from your neck, having not had enough of using his teeth, evidently. "C'mon, mama. Love you."
"Quit it." That nickname hits you in the chest like a hammer on cloth, more than even those promises of love. He liked to tease you with that, then it became a term of endearment. You've always cared for him; reassuring his difficult emotions, cooling his anger, tending his wounds, even cooking for him and giving him affection in the simplest ways. Maybe that's why he's not letting you go. He can't do any better, but he can't let go of the only comfort he can find.
"That's it, baby..." He's losing himself now. His thrusts are aggravated, growing more aggressive as he reaches the finish line. His eyes squeeze shut and his grip tightens on your hair as his hips buck faster. "Squeeze down on it. That's it--that's, there--oh, fuck!"
The end comes as a surprise, a sudden moment of pleasure that overwhelms his ability to hold out. Billy's weight presses into you and you know--you just know by that distinct pulse inside you--that he's not pulling out like he said. Your nails dig deep scratches up his back as he closes in on it, harshly pressing your hips completely still as he forces himself past that one, last boundary that could've still allowed him an out. Now there's no choice but to drain himself inside you; cum splattering in thick drops down the drain as your legs tremble with pleasure. He always manages to get it on the last try--triggering your orgasm like it's a switch at the last possible moment. But he never misses, not even once.
Now it's sinking in. You're floating off your feet, barely able to stand when he finally lowers you down, and you have to let him hold you just so you don't fall. As much as you want to push him away, he made it so you need him to rely on. Again. And you don't feel as bad about it as you should.
"Break up with that dickhead." Billy growls into your ear, suddenly riled up again--probably over his own thoughts more than anything else. The way he has to tilt his head down just to reach your ear is a new level of intimidating...and regrettably, incredibly hot. "We need to get back together."
"You'll change your mind once your brain evicts itself from your dick." You mumble dismissively, nudging his arm down so you can grab a towel. But he stops you--he blocks you back under the water, his mouth barely a hair's width from yours as he whispers.
"I want you back, baby."
"This was a mistake. It was a first date anyways, weren't even 'together' in the first place...and I still don't want you back."
"Doesn't change the fact that I love you. We fit together." He murmurs into another kiss that you less than reluctantly accept. A lock of your hair curls around his bronzed skin as he twirls it round his finger. "Think about it, at least. I know you want it."
"Why the hell would I?"
"Cause you can't last a week without fucking me." That, at least, is true. But that doesn't...mean anything. Plenty of people backslide, it doesn't mean you're still in love with him. You turn your head in a pout and he smirks at the idea that he's right.
"I like your dick. Not you."
"Then take it every day." He grabs your hand and moves it over his crotch, just to laugh when you yank it away and slap him. It's not hard. Much less hard enough to make him feel anything but affection at how feisty you still are. "You're still mine. My pretty little slut-"
As he whispers low in your ear you finally break away from him, just barely stepping out of the shower when he grabs your ass on the way out. You have to wrench his wrist off to get him to let go and that's fortunately enough for him, but it doesn't change the downright predatory stare he gives you as he watches you dry off and get your clothes back on in a hurry.
"Come by the quarry later. Tomorrow. Let's have some fun in our old spot."
"Don't count on it."
You're done up and out the door before he knows it. Your car revs up in the parking lot outside before peeling out like a madwoman--and he can only imagine the way you're yelling and hitting your steering wheel as you drive, trying and failing to force your thoughts of him out of your head and the way that orgasm felt rippling through you, just as good as he always makes it feel.
He'll definitely be seeing you at the quarry tomorrow night.
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